"Your tattoo! Have a look and see if you're happy with it! If not, I can touch it up for you!" the owner said cheerfully, pointing at Hashirama's body.
Hashirama's eyes widened, and he hurriedly pulled his clothes aside to look.
A thick, fluffy blanket of body hair now covered Hashirama's back. He was dumbfounded. His upper body had been the only part of him spared from his hair problem, so how had it suddenly turned into this?!
Was even the last unspoiled patch on my body going to disappear?! Hashirama's heart filled with sorrow. As his body hair stood tall, that last untouched patch vanished completely!
"Uh, sir, you'll have to find some way to remove your body hair when you get home. I've done everything I can to help, but your hair really is too thick. There's nothing more I can do," the owner said helplessly, his voice tinged with misery.
Only heaven knew how he had made it through that night. He would barely have the tattoo machine running for a few seconds—sometimes he couldn't even finish a single line—before, under his horrified gaze, the body hair sprouted like fresh green shoots, rapidly covering every mark he had tattooed.
"A tattoo? There's a tattoo under all this hair? Do you have a hair removal machine? Let me borrow it," Hashirama said blankly, then hurriedly took the tattoo machine from the owner.
Removing hair was already second nature to Hashirama. A blur swept past, and great swaths of hair were shaved away.
Once the hair was gone, an expanse of exquisite tattoos came into view, and Hashirama's eyes gradually lit up with a brilliant gleam.
"A tattoo! Hahahahaha! I have a tattoo!!!" Hashirama was beside himself with excitement, as happy as a three-year-old who had finally gotten the